Wednesday, 28 November 2007

As you may know, smoking in pubs and bars is illegal in the UK, and smoking outside them is apparently not allowed either (authorities are seemingly shocked that not allowing drinkers to smoke in a pub would mean they'll just nip outside for one.)

It reminds me of Eddie Izzard's comment regarding the ban on smoking in bars in certain states in the US: "Pretty soon it'll be no drinking and no talking!"

I remember when I were a lad when you could go into a pub, smoke and get drunk. Not so anymore. It's also significant that the new 'initiative' to prevent people having a good time binge drinking has lead to a clamour for public funds from the civil service. This is the primary symptom of a socialist state; individuals and groups realising that demanding public money is easier than generating it by doing something fucking useful.

I don't smoke anymore incidentally, but it's still stupid that the government has decided people can't smoke in pubs, when it ought to be up to the pub owner.

The other week I was a train station and some guy was about to light up on the open-air platform when he evidently began to wonder whether he would be breaking the law. He asked a nearby station guard if he could smoke, and the guard wasn't too sure, and just suggested he probably could, as it was outdoors.

"Stub it out if a transport cop comes along," the station guy advised.

"I wouldn't be surprised," the commuter mused loudly to no-one in particular, whilst lighting up his cigarette, "if this fucking government makes it illegal for us to take a shit after 6PM."

That marvelously crude and amusing comment beautifully summed up how pissed off normal people are at the fucking nanny state of a cuntry the UK has become.

Monday, 26 November 2007

Blame men? Oh my, that's not something women often say when it comes to any problem is it?

For fuck's sake.

Basically this woman is blithering on about how men should stand up and get involved in parenthood, suggests that we're probably either all irresponsible for not wanting kids or just content to reduce ourselves to sperm donors, and she ends by insisting that men "involve themselves in the whole messy business" (it's rather significant, not to mention hypocritical, that she moans men are shirking from the idea of parenthood even though she herself refers to parenthood as a 'messy business'.

For fucking starters, it is women who made childbearing solely a woman's issue. Abortion, childcare, childrearing, and so on...with the mantras of "it is up to the mother" and "my body my choice" with regard to when to have kids, whether to have them killed at the abortion clinic, whether to stuff them in a childcare prison, and so on, women made child-related issues solely their realm. They wanted us men out of the equation. Now they're pissed off we've gone?

And as for the idea of us men reducing ourselves to sperm donors, I think she'll find it was feminism, the attitude of the many women who followed it, and also politicians and their recent ruling in the UK that lesbians and single women can get IVF and use of sperm clinics, who have done that for us.

Can't she get her head round this? She can't. She simply can't shake off the automatic female reaction to blame men, and thus fails to mention any correlation between the fact that most men - despite it being hardwired into us to propogate - are reluctant to have children with the simple fact that we are indeed reduced to sperm donors and walking wallets, with no reproductive rights, only responsibilities at the whim of the child's mother.

I suppose it's at least commendable that she takes the time to actually ask what men want, but it's anyone's guess whether that's a serious suggestion she may actually listen, especially if she gets the answers she doesn't want.

Bascially, men didn't become invisible with regards to the issues of childbirth, women and the law just stopped paying any attention to us save for getting child support. After a generation of this, we're increasingly deciding to regard women and "their" children as invisible.

Friday, 23 November 2007

When women say this to us men - or, more commonly, to other women but deliberately in earshot of us - they do so to shame us. It's to basically say:

"I cannot find (or rather, they will not find me; God forbid I become pro-active in hunting a mate) a man who can and will fulfill my insanely long list of demands, in particular my insistence - nay, sense of entitlement - on having a rich man to provide for me. You men around me are shit! Explain and defend yourself! Justify your existence you worms!"

That's what it appears to be anyway. Women love to do it, to complain that there are "no good men" and other such variants ("real men", "successful men", and so on) in order that you and any other males leap to defend yourselves, to try and explain that you - and perhaps other men around you - are worthy of the attention of the Almighty Female who is flinging derision at your feet in order to make you crawl.

Rising to the bait is pointless. Trying to argue that women's entry into the workplace has diluted the workforce and thus demolished the ability of the average man to support himself, a wife and kids, and thus pointing out that women themselves have culled the ability of most men to fulfill a woman's demand to have a man who is able to support her, is a fruitless task. As is pointing out the fact that women's demands for no-fault divorce and outrageous anti-male divorce settlements are responsible for the lack of willingness of the existing rich men to marry.

These arguments are based on logic, and furthermore they pass the blame to women; and women are fatally allergic to blame.

Besides, putting forth these arguments - as I've erronously tried to in the past - is humiliating. Why the fuck should us men defend ourselves? Why on Earth should we be trying to argue, reason and explain that there are indeed plenty of good/real/etc men to some woman who is basically stating she is unimpressed by the males around her? To do so is to hark back to the mindset many of us men (certainly me included) go through in our younger and more naïve years, which is to foolishly think that women's approval is worth acquiring at any cost and that their disapproval should cause us sleepless nights.

The best reaction to a woman stating the lack of "good men" around, or lamenting that all the "good men are taken" or whatever, is to simply say:

"So? That's your problem."

Then ignore her.

It's true though. As a man, are you hampered in your quest for happiness at the lack of rich single men out there? Does it bother you, a man in the Matriarchy, that many affluent men are not willing to commit to marriage? Of course not. It's of no consequence whatsoever to you. It's solely the problem of women (which women know, and in trying to shame us men into giving a shit about this problem of women's, they hope to make it our problem so we'll do something about it. Like work harder, save more money, and then marry the nearest spinster looking for an idiot to fund her early retirement.)

So the next time a woman sneers at the male sex and declares her frustration about the lack of eligible (read: gullible) wealthy bachelors, just shrug, point out that that's her fucking problem, not yours, and then start telling the nearest fellow bachelor about how great it is to be single.

Saturday, 17 November 2007

Just to summarize a few little snippets of advice on how to survive being a bloke in the feminist/socialist UK:

1. Don't marry.

Obviously.

2. Don't co-habit.

In the UK, if you live with a woman for two-years, you are now all but married when it comes to what happens when you split (i.e. you are split from your assets and they're handed to your girlfriend, and you may have to pay her a portion of your salary forever more.) In Australia, I believe it's only six-months.

3. Don't have children.

Don't get me wrong, kids are great, and I'd personally love to be a dad. But unfortunately, children belong to women now. They are her nukes in her vast legally-backed arsenal of bombing you into financial submission. Women can have your kids aborted or just take them from you at any time, and your sole responsibility is to provide for them.

4. Never get a joint account, or a joint credit card, with a girlfriend.

Giving a girlfriend any access to your cash is like leaving your wallet unattended at a kleptomaniac-shopaholic's conference.

5. Ideally, don't even let a girlfriend know where you live.

They go nuts if you dump them when they expected you to pop the big (dumb) question.

6. Laugh at aging single career gals.

Yes, it's spiteful and mean to laugh at them as they grow old, lonely, childless, and realise that their sagging tits aren't attracting male attention like they did in their pre-sagging days, but what the fuck, you can be sure every aging lonely spinster in her younger, shag-happy years laughed at 95% of men who tried to flirt with her. Women have the relationship power in their younger years, men in their later years. If you're 30+, and have a good career and a stable income, wield that power as ruthlessly as 30+ women did when they were young and in their prime. Grind their fucking faces into the muddy bed they and their fucking liberation movement inadvertently made for them. Enjoy bachelorhood, but more importantly, enjoy it blatantly in the faces of spinsters on the off-chance they get an opportunity to look up from their desks as they busily slog themselves into an early grave at some shitty job they've long since stopped referring to as A Career.

7. Laugh heartily, and contemptously, if a single mother tries to flirt with you.

I know from personal experience that it's fucking hilarious seeing some single-mother skank's face drop when she realises a potential step-wallet for her bastard thug-offspring isn't taking the bait of possible access to her sloppy, used up, cavernous Hairy Highway To Hell.

8. Play Quake III regularly.

Yes, it's eight-years old, but hearing a guy with the deepest voice in the world bellow "Humiliation!!" after you've just pulverised someone into bloody chunks with a circular-saw is not only a great way to feel relief from the pressures of working in an office full of gibbering skanks, it's also way better than the stupid gay fucking Sims, or whatever the hell kids are playing these days.

Just as a slight continuation of the last post, it is quite common for women to tut and mutter something along the lines of "I guess chivalry is dead then?", usually when you've just failed to submit to some whimsically outrageous demand of theirs, such as to carry something heavy for them.

A common mistake is to try and argue that chivalry has been comprimised by various and contradictorary demands in the post-feminist era, such as that offering to help a woman whose car has broken down may bring about allegations of being a sexist pig who views women as useless. This is wrong because it tackles the problem in a logical basis, and logic is not something women who utter such shit as "I guess chivalry is dead then?" have in great supply.

The best response I've managed to utter in that situation is:

"Chivalry isn't dead. You women just traded it in for sexual equality back in the sixties. Remember?"

I was on my way to work, sitting down near the front of the bus. I had a big fucking hangover. It felt like Andrea Dworkin was having sex with a rhino in my skull. Not cool.

The bus was packed and loads of people were standing in the aisle. Nearby was a woman in her fifties; not really old or frail, just not quite the prime of her youth. She is sort of the focus of this amusing incident but in fact she played no direct role in it. She was slightly forwards of me and facing away.

I was minding my own business and reading the paper when I felt a hand nudging my shoulder rudely. I swung my head round rather slowly and saw a young woman - amongst the many standing - looking at me.

"Maybe you can stand up and offer that lady your seat," she said, nodding towards the oblivious middle-aged woman.

She said it not in the form of a polite request but more of a demand, one put forth in the unmistakable shaming tone women employ when they want to pressure a guy into doing something chivalrous.

Like I said, I was a rather hungover, and the idea of opening my mouth to utter the word "No" was far, far too much effort. I just lazily stared at the young woman for a few seconds in silence, with half-closed eyes, then slowly turned my head back round and continued reading the paper.

"God, how rude," I heard the woman comment to her friend. They tutted and muttered softly amongst themselves for a while but I quickly tuned out and started doing the crossword.

It was rather funny. It's nice to take women - especially young and reasonably attractive ones - down a peg or two by not only failing to be chivalrous or accommodating but to barely even register their fucking presence, as if it is do them a massive favour by even looking in their general direction when they want something.

It also amused me that most of the people sitting down on the bus were men, whilst most of the people standing were women.

Just to prove I'm not a total shit, a couple of days later, incidentally, on the way home from work, an old guy hobbled onto the busy bus, and I didn't hesitate to stand up and offer him my seat.

What was annoying, though, was the Queen back in Sparta. Whilst her husband is out fighting she's letting some guy shag her just so she can have permission to speak to some senate type thing or other. Then, when she's addressing the Spartan leaders, she starts urging them to raise armies and call for allies, and go and support the three-hundred in the fight. Obviously she seems to forget to volunteer herself to go forth to battle.

I know it's not exactly an historically accurate movie - unless the Persian leader really was a nine-foot tall version of 50-Cent - but either way, the Queen's actions and speech were a rather annoying reminder of what generally happens in human historty; whenever women feel that they and their children are threatened, they break out the shaming language and nagging and urge men to go off and fight to defend them - the women and their kids - from the invaders (the first feminists in Britain went around snidely handing out white feathers - to represent cowardice - to any able-bodied man who wasn't out getting shot at by Germans.)

And if the invaders win, the women invariably forget their dead menfolk and join the invader's society and shag their menfolk.

You wouldn't catch me risking my life to defend the pig-shit of a matriarchy that the UK has come. In fact I'm looking forwards to its collapse, which is what happens to all feminist/socialist societies.

"Women worry about the future until they get married.Men don't worry about the future until they get married.

I can't remember exactly where I heard that, but it's a classic, neat little summary of wedlock these days.

Funny think is, I recently uttered it to a few (single) female colleagues, and there was nodding and agreement amongst them. Strangely enough, these are the same women who generally insist that marriage is more beneficial to men, and that women don't need it. The mainstream, female-dominated (or at least female-friendly) media has the same opinion. That's why reports of plummeting marriage rates are accompanied by opinion pieces in newspapers about how women are really great and independent now, and

Women always insist men need wives to take care of them, whilst women are perfectly fine on their own and independent.

There's no point in trying to correct them on this, such as by pointing out that women who often make this point are also likely to complain men are "afraid of committment" or whine that their long-term boyfriend still hasn't proposed. And it is pointless to point out that men and women, generally, do what is in their best interests, and women are the ones who read Bridal magazines, push for committment, dream of weddings and scramble for the tossed bouquet at their mate's weddings, whilst - even before divorce courts became as horrendously anti-male as they are now - men are either not too enthusiastic about marriage, against it or outrightly fearful of the whole monstrous institution. Likewise, don't bother asking why, if women are so fucking independent of us men, then why do they need big fat divorce settlements from their husbands? Or need to apply for child support?

Point these things out and women will just shake their heads and continue insisting us men are hopeless without women, that we need marriage more than they do, and that any man who doesn't want to get married is either gay, afraid of women or actually wants to get married but just doesn't know it.

The best thing to do when you women arrogantly insist that marriage is a patriarchal institution that is more beneficial to men than women, or that us men can't cope without a wife, or that a single man must be some sort of loser, etc, etc, is to just insist:

"Well, I must be some sort of bizarre anomaly because I seem to be doing quite fine living my own life rather than slaving away to fund some woman's early-retirement, and I'm strangely pleased that I have absolutely no chance of being financially ruined in the divorce courts, as opposed to an approximately forty-percent chance of that happening to me, which would be the case if I was married."

A solicitor who snatched his baby from two care workers before going on the run has been jailed for 20 months.

Jonathan Phillips, 40, punched the two women, one of whom was heavily pregnant, before grabbing his daughter and speeding away in his car.

The child had been taken into care because of concerns over his wife's mental health - although the couple insist she does not present a risk.

They were allowed to visit their daughter for two hours every day at a family contact centre in King's Lynn, Norfolk. But Phillips lashed out because he felt staff were treating her too roughly.

He shouted, "Take your hands off my baby" before overturning a table, attacking the women and seizing his child, who was four months old at the time.

The first thing a Socialist government does is nationalise the youth (e.g. The Hitler Youth, the Soviet's Youth for Socialist Action) and this is happening steadily in the UK. Children are the property of the state, with the state's frontline troops including leftie fembot teachers and equally feminist social workers.

Unanswerable to anyone, social workers can deem pretty much anyone unfit to be parents and take their kids away, maybe granting them the privilege of visiting their own children in the awfully titled "family contact centres" (normally reserved only for divorced fathers. It's unusual that in this case the mother was being deprived of the right to be a mother to the kid; normally it's just dads who are deprived of that.)

Note how it was the father who stepped in, fists flailing, to defend the daughter. That's exactly what dads are for; to get fucking violent when anyone fucks with their kids. Heavily pregnant busybody social workers or otherwise, anyone who inteferes with a man's children is in the line of fire.

Unfortunately, in the UK, that spells the state's foot stamping on the father's face for an eternity, and some mangina judge blithering that violence against state workers who kidnap people's babies will "not be tolerated."

The social workers say that the mother was "mentally ill", but this allegation does not have to be proved in anyway, and if it was disproved, then the social workers would not even be identified, let alone bought to book for being wrong (see The Cleveland Sex Scandal; none of the dipshit social workers who tore families apart in that sordid episode were ever publicly named, let alone disciplined.)

Only in the Matriarchal West can a man take his own baby from abusive state scum and be regarded as a kidnapper.

In this case, as in so many, the state has won. The kid will be adopted and probably farmed out to some single career chick or lezzers, or dumped in some god-awful state run "care home."

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

I overheard a couple of young women in a pub the other week, yakking on about how the friend of one of them had gotten pregnant and was considering an abortion.

"If I found out I was pregnant, I'd get rid of it," one said - charming phrase, 'get rid of it - "I wouldn't want a kid. Not now. I know it sounds bad but, like, I wouldn't want to have to be spending money on nappies and toys and stuff. If I had a kid I'd be spending money on it, not myself. My shopping days would be over!"

I barely even registered her comments.

It's gotten to the point where I'm not even surprised that your average modern Western Woman would be willing to kill her own baby because it would stop her from buying herself a new fucking handbag or pair of shoes each week.

And these are the sort of women that scratch their heads in bewilderment at us men's reluctance to marry them?

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Thank you to all those who expressed concern about me since my vanishing act in the summer.

First, to dispense with a few theories I've heard: no, I wasn't dragged screaming into a re-education camp staffed by buzz-cut NuLabour lezzers who sought to spank me on the balls with rolled-up copies of the S.C.U.M. Manifesto, and no, I didn't go all gooey-eyed with love and get married or some other stupid shit, and nor was I kidnapped and bum-raped by triple-breasted strap-on-wearing alien skanks from Dworkatron Alpha.

Seriously though, all facetiousness aside, I do sincerely apologise to some of those who seriously thought I'd been hacked, arrested, silenced or whatever.

I just really needed a break from ranting though. So did my poor, battered, smoke-belching keyboard.

And t'was a good break as well. I feel refreshed. But I also feel a bit pissed off with all sorts of stuff - like this bitch and this shit - so I think I might start ranting about fucking feminist scum some more.

There was a reason I deleted all my old posts as well. It wasn't that serious, and in fact - with the benefit of hindsight - I was just being a bit paranoid. But that's a story for another day. Some kind people archived the lot anyway, it's out there somewhere.

Once again, cheers to the rather charmingly alarming number of people who wished me farewell/wondered where the fuck I was, and a big thanks-very-much to Darren at Cool Tools 4 Men; Darren was the gentleman who originally suggested I start my own blog back in 2005. Without him, there would never have been any Eternal Bachelor blog at all.

Anyhow, I'm still chilling out a bit at the moment - and settling in to a new job in a new city - but I'm beginning to shudder and gnash my teeth with bile and rage about the continued infestation of feminism and it's filthy ideology in Britain, and I feel the temptation to start blogging again.